I had my first-ever Root canal last night. In all honesty it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. That's not to say that I'd like to have another one done anytime soon! The thing is, how can I put this without making myself sound like a total infant?.........I am a big weinee. I don't like the dentist and I was pretty much panic-striken on my way there. I made it out to be the worst thing that could ever happen, and really it wasn't all that bad. I have to backup a little bit though and explain where this fear stems from.
Ok so I hadn't been to the dentist in about 15 years. Don't give me that look, I was UNINSURED and couldn't justify selling my body for a floride treatment. Anyway, along with my "new" career comes benefits, so I did the adult thing to do: I made an appoinment for a cleaning. I knew the one of my back molars had a huge gaping hole in it but really as long as I made sure to chew on the right side of my mouth it didn't really cause too much trouble. I was hoping that the dentist would just rip it out and all would be well. Yea well who knew that dentists don't like to pull teeth?
Dr. Dunn tells me that "oh, no you are way too young for me to start pulling out teeth; they'll shift and you'll have other problems, overbite...periodontal disease, blah, blah...... I stopped listening after he said the words possible root canal. Oh crap.
He takes an xray and tells me he doesnt think it's that bad, he can save it with a little cleanup and a crown. Yea whatever, can I have my vicoden now? I had to go back this past Monday for him to "clean-it-up".
So I sit down in the chair and look over, there it is........the giant novacaine needle. Yep the one I've been having nightmares of since last week. He gives me the shot on the side of the cheek, it pinched and burned but was over shortly..not too bad. Then he comes in my mouth again and I'm prepared for another cheek shot; oh no this sadist drives this 4 foot needle into the roof of my mouth! OMFG! Tears immediately welled in my eyes and my whole entire body was tensed up, I swear if I wasn't stiff as a board I would've reached over and fucking kicked him, that hurt so bad!
He starts his drilling and whatever and then breaks the news: "well it's all the way down to the root, you need a root canal". WTF?
I go see his associate, Heather, who was the most gentle creature alive. I get in the chair and immediately I go into panic mode, I just know that damn needle is going to rip into the roof of my mouth and I'm scared. I must have looked pretty pathetic. I'm a grown woman but I'm telling you I was so anxious I was in tears. I asked her if she was gonna do that roof of the mouth shot and the angel says to me: "oh i only do that if it is absolutely necessary, I'm going to numb your cheek first and then give you the novacaine and if that doesn't work I'll try other spots before I resort to the palette". I instanly fell in love with this woman.
Needless to say, Dr. Heather did not have to do the roof of my mouth and I am forever grateful to her for that! Also I am changing dentists, Dr. Dunn is a fucking sadist!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Brain Trash
Wow, it's been way too long since I've posted anything on here. I apologize for that...I really did enjoy blogging but don't really have a reason why I stopped. I'd like to say it's just life; you know we all get busy and let things fall by the way side. Oh well it is what it is.
So alot has changed in the last few months. I started my very first "professional" job, I am now a CLAIMS BENEFIT SPECIALIST. In short I'm a claims processor for a health insurance company. I process claims for Medicare. Yep, government. It is frustrating at times and really I kinda feel like the enemy but I do enjoy it. It is definately challenging and makes me use my noodle. Not to worry though, I still wait tables on Saturday nights! I couldn't just give up that oh so rewarding job of serving the public! Well let me be honest; I couldn't just give up the cold hard cash!
I did finally get the hell outta the restaurant I was at. Not that this one is much different, just new faces. Restaurants are all pretty much the same. One huge difference though is that my new bosses don't call me a C_ _ _ when I make a mistake. I don't need to fill in the blanks do I? I'm sure you folks out there who've read this blog in the past will be able to catch on to that awful word I'm referring to.
Life sure has been different. Gone are the days when I could stay up to watch the 11:00 news! I feel like an old lady, in bed by 9:30, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that. But when you have to get up at 4 am it's next to impossible to keep awake past 9.
Family struggles are going on right now and I'm wading through as best I can. My mom is a different story. My brother has recently relapsed. He had close to 3 years sober and went out last week and threw it all away again. Boy he doesn't fuck around when it comes to destroying his life. In 2 short days he completely threw away a good job, a place to live, and the little bit of money he had saved. He's in a rehab now, so atleast we know he is safe. My mom has absolutely no idea how to stop babying him. He will be 29 years old next month and has absolutely nothing to show for his life. He's never grown up, never really supported himself and why would he, he's got mommy to do all that for him. Am I bitter? Yea maybe a little. Most of the frustration is actually geared toward the fact that he will never get better if he has someone to enable him to do the things he does. He will die if she doesn't stop.
Try telling this to her. You may as well beat your head off a rock. She is one of the most stubborn people in the world and that's her baby boy. I can only hope that she'll come to her senses and see that she is part of the problem but it probably won't happen. Until then I can only take care of myself.
Which by the way, I've been doing a pretty good job of. Well now that Ive gotten some of the garbage that has been swimming around in my head down here on electronic "paper" I feel a little less fucked up. Guess that's the reason I started blogging in the first place. Maybe I'll be good to myself and let some more of this trash outta my brain. Until next time.........
So alot has changed in the last few months. I started my very first "professional" job, I am now a CLAIMS BENEFIT SPECIALIST. In short I'm a claims processor for a health insurance company. I process claims for Medicare. Yep, government. It is frustrating at times and really I kinda feel like the enemy but I do enjoy it. It is definately challenging and makes me use my noodle. Not to worry though, I still wait tables on Saturday nights! I couldn't just give up that oh so rewarding job of serving the public! Well let me be honest; I couldn't just give up the cold hard cash!
I did finally get the hell outta the restaurant I was at. Not that this one is much different, just new faces. Restaurants are all pretty much the same. One huge difference though is that my new bosses don't call me a C_ _ _ when I make a mistake. I don't need to fill in the blanks do I? I'm sure you folks out there who've read this blog in the past will be able to catch on to that awful word I'm referring to.
Life sure has been different. Gone are the days when I could stay up to watch the 11:00 news! I feel like an old lady, in bed by 9:30, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that. But when you have to get up at 4 am it's next to impossible to keep awake past 9.
Family struggles are going on right now and I'm wading through as best I can. My mom is a different story. My brother has recently relapsed. He had close to 3 years sober and went out last week and threw it all away again. Boy he doesn't fuck around when it comes to destroying his life. In 2 short days he completely threw away a good job, a place to live, and the little bit of money he had saved. He's in a rehab now, so atleast we know he is safe. My mom has absolutely no idea how to stop babying him. He will be 29 years old next month and has absolutely nothing to show for his life. He's never grown up, never really supported himself and why would he, he's got mommy to do all that for him. Am I bitter? Yea maybe a little. Most of the frustration is actually geared toward the fact that he will never get better if he has someone to enable him to do the things he does. He will die if she doesn't stop.
Try telling this to her. You may as well beat your head off a rock. She is one of the most stubborn people in the world and that's her baby boy. I can only hope that she'll come to her senses and see that she is part of the problem but it probably won't happen. Until then I can only take care of myself.
Which by the way, I've been doing a pretty good job of. Well now that Ive gotten some of the garbage that has been swimming around in my head down here on electronic "paper" I feel a little less fucked up. Guess that's the reason I started blogging in the first place. Maybe I'll be good to myself and let some more of this trash outta my brain. Until next time.........
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